Ender's Game (Ender's Saga, #1) - Orson Scott Card Page 0,83
Meeker. Bonzo’s friends caught him at the door, held him. “Stop it, Bonzo!” Dink cried. “Don’t hurt him!”
“Why not?” asked Bonzo, and for the first time he smiled. Ah, thought Ender, he loves to have someone recognize that he is the one in control, that he has power.
“Because he’s the best, that’s why! Who else can fight the buggers! That’s what matters, you fool, the buggers!”
Bonzo stopped smiling. It was the thing he hated most about Ender, that Ender really mattered to other people, and, in the end, Bonzo did not. You’ve killed me with those words, Dink. Bonzo doesn’t want to hear that I might save the world.
Where are the teachers? thought Ender. Don’t they realize that the first contact between us in this fight might be the end of it? This isn’t like the fight in the battleroom, where no one had the leverage to do any terrible damage. There’s gravity in here, and the floor and walls are hard and jutted with metal. Stop this now or not at all.
“If you touch him you’re a buggerlover!” cried Dink. “You’re a traitor, if you touch him you deserve to die!” They jammed Dink’s face backward into the door and he was silent.
The mist from the showers dimmed the room, and the sweat was streaming down Ender’s body. Now, before the soap is carried off me. Now, while I’m still too slippery to hold.
Ender stepped back, letting the fear he felt show in his face. “Bonzo, don’t hurt me,” he said. “Please.”
It was what Bonzo was waiting for, the confession that he was in power. For other boys it might have been enough that Ender had submitted; for Bonzo, it was only a sign that his victory was sure. He swung his leg as if to kick, but changed it to a leap at the last moment. Ender noticed the shifting weight and stooped lower, so that Bonzo would be more off-balance when he tried to grab Ender and throw him.
Bonzo’s tight, hard ribs came against Ender’s face, and his hands slapped against his back, trying to grip him. But Ender twisted, and Bonzo’s hands slipped. In an instant Ender was completely turned, yet still inside Bonzo’s grasp. The classic move at this moment would be to bring up his heel into Bonzo’s crotch. But for that move to be effective required too much accuracy, and Bonzo expected it. He was already rising onto his toes, thrusting his hips backward to keep Ender from reaching his groin. Without seeing him, Ender knew it would bring his face closer, almost in Ender’s hair; so instead of kicking, he lunged upward off the floor, with the powerful lunge of the soldier bounding from the wall, and jammed his head into Bonzo’s face.
Ender whirled in time to see Bonzo stagger backward, his nose bleeding, gasping from surprise and pain. Ender knew that at this moment he might be able to walk out of the room and end the battle. The way he had escaped from the battleroom after drawing blood. But the battle would only be fought again. Again and again until the will to fight was finished. The only way to end things completely was to hurt Bonzo enough that his fear was stronger than his hate.
So Ender leaned back against the wall behind him, then jumped up and pushed off with his arms. His feet landed in Bonzo’s belly and chest. Ender spun in the air and landed on his toes and hands; he flipped over, scooted under Bonzo, and this time when he kicked upward into Bonzo’s crotch, he connected, hard and sure.
Bonzo did not cry out in pain. He did not react at all, except that his body rose a little in the air. It was as if Ender had kicked a piece of furniture. Bonzo collapsed, fell to the side, and sprawled directly under the spray of steaming water from a shower. He made no movement whatever to escape the murderous heat.
“My God!” someone shouted. Bonzo’s friends leaped to turn off the water. Ender slowly rose to his feet. Someone thrust his towel at him. It was Dink. “Come on out of here,” Dink said. He led Ender away. Behind them they heard the heavy clatter of adults running down a ladderway. Now the teachers would come. The medical staff. To dress the wounds of Ender’s enemy. Where were they before the fight, when there might have been no wounds at all?